I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. Happy New Year! : comments.
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Too cool for subject
So we're just going to have a quiet evening, hopefully some friends from up the road are going to come at some point and have a drink or twoi and see the new year in...
Too cool for subject
It didn't stop our bloody neighbours - they were letting the *really* noisy ones off for an hour. Hamish (the dog) was terrified; running around in a dreadful state, trembling and crying. Our cat, who has an injured paw and can't really walk, managed, *somehow* (::shrug, roll::) to get out, and then my Dad, who is 80, spent the next hour roaming the countryside in the teeth of a gale and freezing rain, looking for him. Worried witless; me, my partner and my sister, spent the same hour out in the gale, yelling and waving our torches, looking for *him*. ::sigh::
He found him, mind, and brought him home. The dog was ecstatic to see the pacvk reunited (he worships the cat).
As for the neighbours... Just let them wish me Happy New Year... I DARE them. Really, I mean it. It would SO make my day...